When she'd heard the muffled banging coming from the closet, she was sure that she was imagining things. Emily ignores it for a while, making her daily round of phone calls to sponsors and sticking a finger in her other ear to drown out the noise. After a while, when it doesn't stop, she wanders over in the vague direction of the sound, feeling the vague dread that always came with the unexpected rising up in her, a feeling that had lodged in her during her Arena and would never leave now.

She opens the door a little, so a crack of light streams through, peering in.